My whole life story is kind of a backhanded compliment.
See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.
If I had a view like this to look down on every day, I would have the energy and inspiration to conquer the world. The trouble is, when you most need such a view, no one gives it to you.
We live in a moment and a culture when reading is really endangered. There's simply no way to write well, though, if you're not reading well.
Read at the level at which you want to write. Reading is the nourishment that feeds the kind of writing you want to do.
I grew up in the 70s, when people talked on the phone - and just talked more. I remember the phone was the epicenter of our house. I spent hours every evening as a teenager waiting for the phone to ring and talking to my friends. Before the age of technology, it was also easier to just disappear from the face of the earth.
Technology makes everyone feel old. A laptop is old after two years. Someone always has something newer. Everyone seems to feel obsolete now, even the young.
From Hillary Clinton, in her own double-talking words, and from others, we understand that our children have been stolen from us by the state and by the psychiatric establishment.
We understand tornadoes scientifically, but it still feels supernatural. The randomness makes it feel supernatural.
We come to the New Testament, where again a host of imperative verbs is mustered in support of that miserable bondage of free-choice, and the aid of carnal Reason with her inferences and similes is called in, just as in a picture or a dream you might see the King of the flies with his lances of straw and shields of hay arrayed against a real and regular army of seasoned human troops. That is how the human dreams of Diatribe go to war with the battalions of divine words.
P. S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?